Maybe it’s a middle-aged man who works down in the sewers fixing pipes and wading through… well… you know. These people have a lot to complain a...out and you think to yourself, “wow, their life must really suck”.So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day and no matter what day of the week. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their. ‘Find out from the producer what they want her off duty life to be like’. I demanded in an email. I decided that by the second episode we should be getting to know who the Lt. really was.I went to the garden center of the Walmart store while I waited for the answer to may email. I wanted that answer before I went back to work on the script. It was my plan to give a hint of her home life at age forty right after the successful raid.In the script the ‘crims’ were sitting in lockup while the state. "Hey – slow down, Honey. You're supposed to go easy on the alcohol, remember."I pouted, but she was probably right.When the lunch came, I looked over at Gary's. It actually didn't look too bad. But it was eel. Gary put a bunch of rice on his plate, spooned a bunch of the eel and stuff onto it, and took a bite."Mmmm –" he said, but then swallowed and took a gulp of his beer. "I think you're off the hook, though. I bet this would be too spicy for you."Moira reached across the table and helped. As Amanda looked at her and heard those words it happened again. She was worried that she’d blush at the thoughts that went through her mind as her friend leaned forward, her elbows on the counter cradling her chin. Mandy climbed onto one of the high bar stools. She smiled and muttered,“Whenever you like Sara,” as her eyes looked right down the front of her friend’s dark blue blouse seeing the outline of her small breasts in the white bra. God how she wanted to slide her hand in there and.